Digory finds the hedge + the tree
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[Title?], Work-in-Progress - Episode 1
Thank you for lighting the fire underneath me to get started, Kelsey. :) prologue He looked from over the edge of the railing, what he had once jokingly called “the Balustrade.” The wood beneath his hand was ragged. The ground on which his eyes fell was ragged. For a moment -
The view out my window this April morning
A momentary slice of sun cleaves the shadows of a misty dawn -- Spotlit, splendid stands a single home upon a gilded hill. I envy her, although I cannot reason why, And think she envies me the very spot from which I spy.
what I made for Elayne
'In this phial,' she said, 'is caught the light of Eärendil's star...It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Galadriel, from The Lord of the Rings
Reflection on Loss
Grief and grief and grief are strikes between which breath is impossible – leaving first, a reeling mind half-alive and second, dark, strange bruises. The colours of these marks clear, but move just so, and the pain underneath reminds the body where it yet lives – Wherefore, we plead peace with passing